The Cut of Her Jib
I do like the cut of her jib
She answers smartly to the wheel
In strong wind she is a flyer.
She kicks up the waves this flyer
As past the boards they go and jib
It’s my trick to be at the wheel
I stands me watch this night at wheel
Now sure she’s controlled this flyer
Wind’s strong in the leech of the jib
Sails edges are full at the jib
It gives me hard time at the wheel
In cloudless night she’s a flyer
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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